White & Nerdy

A couple weeks ago, I was at a stoplight near my apartment, when a car pulled up next to me, blaring Eminem. I turn to my left to see a skinny white guy staring disinterestedly out the windshield, practicing his cool guy look (lips slightly pursed, eyes narrowed, slouched so low in his seat it's a miracle he can see over the steering wheel). I try to conceal my mocking smile, lest he run me down in his low riding compact car. Just as the light turns green, my iPod shuffles to a 3OH!3 song. I ride sheepishly into the intersection as I realize, perhaps for the very first time, that I too am skinny and white with questionable taste in music.